In my studio visit with Maysey in March, talk of the Japan drawings prompted me to pull out my mother's pastels. I have had them since her death in 1986, years before art school was even a thought. In layers of synchronicity, my dear friend Ellen Eagle just published Pastel Painting Atelier. Her mother's name is Roz; my mother was called Patty from birth (she was born on St. Patrick's Day), but her real name was Roslyn. (She did not broadcast that.) When I showed these photos to my cousin Judy (our mothers were sisters), she said they remind her of a Japanese sand and stone garden (karesansui, or dry landscape). So much seems to be pointing to Japan. It's a little unnerving as it is starting to feel like a responsibility. To whom?
I'm off to the studio. One semester is done and the next starts Tuesday and there is a whole lot of family this weekend, but I will be there daily for as much time as I can. Woo hoo.